After a day in the sun, on and around the water, he drives her home. She says thank you and start closing the door, but he puts his foot in the jab and just looks at her, straight, saying nothing. Taking the hint, she invites him in, give him a drink to sip while she runs upstairs for a quick shower.
She soaps up, enjoying the hot water, when the door of the shower opens. He is standing there, wry smile on his face, fully clothed. She leaves the door open and starts rinsing, turning her back to him, staying away from the cold air infiltrating the cabin.
He steps in, naked. The shower cabin steaming once again. She is stunned by him, silent, delecting in his sight... tall... male... confident.
She grabs the soap and stands behind him, washes him, starting with his neck. She lathers every inch of his him while the water warms them both... shoulders... arms... back... buttocks... down the back of each legs. On her knees, she washes his feet, makes him turn and cleans the front of his legs.
Washing him like this in silence warms her more than the hot water of the shower... and seeing him all relaxed, enjoying her hands on his body, adds to her pleasure.
She rises slightly, on somehow weakened legs, and continues soaping him... hips... thighs... balls... half erected cock, which she teases and kisses on her way to his abs and chest...
Soaping his chest with both hands makes both their breath skip... She pauses and just looks at him before she finishes with his face, stealing a kiss.
He steps under the water more, rinsing, fully erected now. She can't resist, she snuggles into him... wet skin on wet skin... hot water dripping on them. With a wry smile on his face that say he's not impressed she interrupted and made them both soapy again, he slaps her ass... low... making her moan and arch her back. Slight pleasure running through her.
He grabs her and they stand under the water, rinsing, laughing at her reaction.
He opens the door, grabs two towels, hands her one.
They stand there, half dripping, half wrapped in towels... feeling playful. Something else than a shower and a chat on their mind.
They both know it's playtime... once in a while... without judgment.. and tonight it feels just right, no clothes needed... no night cap... no goodbye yet.
He pulls her towards her bed, both towel-less, and sits them. He tells her he wants sex AND control. She agrees. They discuss a bit, refresh their knowledge of their limits and safeword. He knows what he wants, understands what she needs.
They are still siting at the foot of the bed. He straddles her, holds her head and takes a demanding kiss, making her shiver. They move up the bed, still kissing, devouring each other, biting, hands running wild...
She is lying on her back, with him above her. He tells her not to move and reach over to her toy drawer, emptying it on the bed beside her, looking through the toys and bottles... Her breath catches, anticipation building in her, she turns on her side towards him, slightly worried, really excited. He stops, looks at her straight in the eyes, no smile, and orders her on her stomach. Shit! He was serious when he told her not to move... She turns on her front, slowly, hesitantly. Too slow for him, he finishes turning her roughly with one hand and slap her ass, twice, each cheeks very rapidly. This time harder, making her yelp a little. Another slap full on and he asks her why she is getting punished...
In surprise... and appreciation... she is a bit slow to answer, he slaps again, and again, smiling as her buttocks are turning a light red he likes... She does not hesitate again, answers him quickly now...
He rubs her now sensitive buttocks, bending to kiss her... guiding her onto her back again. No need for a reminder not to move, she can still feel his hand... he goes back to the toys and turns to her, holding leather handcuffs, smiling. She quickly sneaks her hands under her bottom. He growls, open hand waiting. After a sigh, she gives him her wrists. He straps the cuffs on, checking they are not too tight... Then he grabs a length of rope and loops it in the hidden hook of her headboard. She trembles slightly, unsure what to expect. It makes him laugh, he likes that mixed look of anxiety and eagerness on her face.
He lets the rope go, just hanging there and straddles her again, warming up her breast, teasing her nipples, pinching, pulling... She moans, grabbing his head, bringing him in for a much needed kiss, her cuffed hands running on his back, his ass, wanting to touch all of him. His body responds to her touch... She can feel his erection pushing on her, hard.
He grabs her left wrist, loops the rope in the D ring and knots the end. The right wrist follows. Her hands are above her head, the rope long enough to have a bit of loose but not enough to allow her to touch him. He sits back on her, low, smiling, letting her calm down while she adjusts to the restraints. He kisses her again, gently this time, his warm hands running on her body, sensitizing her skin. His mouth following them. On her breasts, down the roadmap on her belly, to her inner thighs... he slid a finger over her pussy and laugh... she is wet. Being restrained arouses her. He knows it but experiencing it is different, each time, it awakes a strong feeling of powerfulness and protectiveness in him. He takes a second to let it sink deep in him.
He kisses her pussy, it's warm, heat radiating from it. Too warm for his taste at this point. He grabs a bottle without showing her what it is, makes her nervous... and happy...
He squirts a pump of gel on his finger and rubs it directly on her clit, cleaning his finger on her labia...
Ahhh, she feels the cold spreading... smells the mint... Ohhh! (Mouth open, loud Ohhh!)
He looks at her from high between her legs... amusement flickering in his eyes. Shit, she closes her mouth... Too late, the idea is in his head... He makes his way back to her mouth, slowly, but with purpose, enjoying her body with hands and mouth, bitting both nipples on the way... They kiss, she is pulling on the rope, wanting to touch him, not submitting... yet. He tells her there is a better use for an open mouthed Ohhh... He sees the hungriness in her eyes... her mouth watering... he climbs higher on her, his knees over her shoulders... and slides his cock in her wet mouth. Teasing, letting her lick him... then a bit deeper... allowing her to suck... He is in control and enjoying it...
She moans as he pulls out, rubbing the head of his dick on her lips... her clit is stimulated by cold... his dick in her mouth is hot... opposite sensations making her quiver...
Seeing her consensually helpless under him arouse him more... He grabs the headboard with both hands and trust deep into her mouth... in and out... slowly enough she can suck... fast enough she has no control, can only follow his rhythm. He varies the speed and deepness, forcing her to adjust to what he wants, what gives him pleasure... She likes it... concentrating on his movement in and out of her mouth, nothing else, submitting to him a little more, her happiness increasing. She can taste his saltiness, swallows between trust, as he hardens even more in her mouth.
